I happened to be working on my laptop. It was a bit complicated, I wanted to do things, to create something, to express myself, to go deeper...But I didn't want it to look too dramatic...My inner self...there were so many faces of my inner self...They all were part of me...Each one was speaking her own truth.. That was it ...instead of fighting to get ONE, I was going to assume being MANY, different ones...So I gave each one a name...I was going to be Sarah, Oldwoman, Mereabeille or Pixabeille, to get new voices and tell my stories...

I was ready to try "running with the wolves " like so many sisters...singing my bones songs...Plumpiemousie was born...

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."